The Standoff

I see, I see, her majesty, out on her winter stroll,

A sea, a sea, as heavenly, her hair as black as coal

I seathe I seathe, because to me from her a debt is owed

But once my heart grew close to hers and truths were shared and told

She screams she screams in angered fright as we stand juxtaposed

“Traitor! “ Snake!” She yells at me but a sword she cannot hold

“Your heart was pure” she yells again but this phrase leaves me cold

But She! The Queen! Who banished me from the life of jewels and gold

Thinks I am pure, her maddened lover, revenga taken hold.

To me, to me, if I was pure my love wouldn’t be sold

So now she lay icy, icy, right outside her abode.